Fatima got home after a very long, very disgusting day. She wasn't sure she would ever forget the feeling of his hands all over her body. She slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, then closed her eyes.

"Hey, baby girl, you mind if I join you?" Rountree asked sweetly, poking his head in.

"Go 'way," she whimpered.

"Wow, okay, meanie. I'll be in the bedroom when you're done," he said gently. He was hurt beyond belief, but he also understood. Fatima groaned and ditched her clothes, then stepped into the scalding shower. She moaned, letting the water rinse off the memories. She closed her eyes and smiled a little.

Rountree was sitting on the bed, fighting back tears. He didn't want to accidentally show Fatima she had hurt him, she had enough on her plate. Then he pulled out his phone. He quickly ordered some food to their place, knowing she would be asking to eat soon after her shower.

Fatima came into the bedroom and smiled softly.

"Sorry I was mean," she whispered.

"No, I understand. Get dressed, I ordered some food. We can cuddle, okay?" he said gently.

"I don't wanna cuddle," she whispered, turning her head.

"Okay, baby. You need to relax, okay? Look, I'll never make you do anything you don't want to. But what happened with that douche, it's over. You're home, you're safe, you're with me. Okay?" he asked softly.

"You don't get it! You have no idea what it felt like, having someone besides you touching me like that! I can still feel his hands all over my ass, it's gross!" she screamed, crying.

"No, I don't know what you're feeling. But I can imagine. Baby, I know you're not up for anything tonight, I get it. Can I please give you a hug?" he murmured, resisting the urge to pull her close and kiss her senseless.

"Okay, one hug," she whispered. Rountree pulled her close, and Fatima felt what could only be described as safety. She loved the way he always tangled his hand in her hair when he hugged her, and if he couldn't, he grabbed her bun in his hand through her hijab. She rested her forehead against his chest and moaned. "I love you," she whispered, crying again.

"I love you too, my princess," he murmured. "We can do whatever you want, okay?"